Bird-man caught me on his prop-er-ty,
he saw me tres-pass-ing his real-e-state,
he reached in his poc-ket for a pis-tol,
he came af-ter me and pis-tol whipped my be-hind.
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass!
Bird-man beat me to a pulp,
He gave me a yell-down war hell ride
He told me that he was go-ing to kill me if I don't get off his real-estate
He gave me five min-utes to get in my Bron-co and hit the roo-kie road
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass!
At ten o-clock P M, I drove my Bron-co back to Bird-man's real-e-state
I jump(ed) o-ver his fence af-ter dark
I pick-ed up a brick and shat-tered Bird-man's win-dow pane
Bird-man sight-ed me do-ing it and reach(ed) for his pis-tol
Sudd-en-ly, I jump(ed) back in my Bron-co and took off like O. J. Simp-son
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass,
Bird-man kicked my ass!
Rock o-ver Lon-don, rock on Chi-ca-go. "Heinz, it's A-mer-i-ca's favo-rite ket-chup."
